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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

BLIZZARD OF '78 by Kelly Wantuch

Crawling out the lace-frosted
Apartment window on that fifth
Snow-day, venturing cautiously
Atop Pintos and station wagons
Frozen in place in the parking lot,
To visit my best buddy Scott’s
Home to see if he could come out
To play. All week we built snow forts
And created tunnels of mazes.
With our rolled red plastic sleds
We followed our foot-plowed trail to
The hill behind Peddler’s Village.
He liked to run ahead of me
So he could catch my face with a
Snowball. I laughed because I would
Always get him back- so much worse.

The hill shined with long stripes of packed
Snow christened from the day before.
For added speed we laid on top
Of each other blasting ... faster
Down... over and over again.
Layers infused sled,clothes,bodies, heat, arousement
That permeated life right through me.

The snow pile melted well into
The month of June while my Barbie
Never quite looked at Ken, the same.

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